Give voice to the songs of nature, to the songs of spirit.
Underneath the water, there is always another river flowing;
under it all there lies buried deeply the jewel
for which we are all searching.
It exists in the place from which we all hide--
the heart, the core, the scenery behind the scene,
the eyes that open when we close our eyes,
the throats that swallow deeply the fruits of the air.
Have some stillness
and then also have some rage.
Lift your face to the sky,
feel water on the air--fresh and unused.
Renew your spirit when I fall upon you.
I am quiet, and I am placid.
In daylight, I dance in ripples.
In night, I am darker than the sky.
The darkness holds many answers, my friend--
answers about living
about falling down
about singing out, soaring above tree tops
on crow wings sweeping dust from the air,
webs that cloud vision.
All poems copyrighted by the author, Tracey Besmark 1997©